waylen48

I wrote this several years ago and just found it again. I realized that it needed completing, so here is the rest of the story. I centers around diapers. It covers graphic sex, bodily excretions, relationships, wants, needs, and satisfaction. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are welcome. Waylen Making the Best of It (Candy's Need) Candy was alone in the exercise room. She was well into her routine so that the sound of weights clinking through the old gym had begun to set into a musical rhythm. She strained against the bar arching her back off the bench just like she had done dozens of times. She grunted as she reached the top of her press. A trickle of urine dribbled from between her labia to dampen her ass checks. "Damn, I'm leaking again." She lowered the bar onto her flattened breasts. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the pad. "I might as well enjoy it." She relaxed her bladder and could hear her pee hiss into her gym shorts. The wetness darkened an ever-widening patch over her crotch and buttocks. She could feel the hot urine scald her inner lips and tickle her clit. It washed over her cunt and dripped past her puckered hole and then soaked into the fabric. The urine wicked its way up the back of her tank top, wetting the bench, and then dripped onto the floor. The puddle grew as she let the golden flow buzz over her erotic center. She groaned as she realized that she was passing the point of no return and would have to masturbate to a numbing satisfaction. She squeezed her legs together to stop the flow of urine from her overfull bladder. She quickly toweled up the puddles on and around the bench. She wiped her crotch and ass and felt her cheeks flush as she rubbed her throbbing button. I've got to cum or I'm going to bust, but I don't want to do it here, she thought. She needed her privacy and playthings to do herself right. Candy made her way from the gym to her apartment in a brain fever of her arousal. She spread a newspaper on the car seat so that she could focus on her hot wet cunt and not to have to worry about stained cushions. She had slipped one hand into her shorts and gently massaged her burning clit. Now, I have to drive home without wrecking the car, she thought. Having navigated the short drive home, she fumbled with her keys as she attacked the door lock. Opening the door, she danced from one foot to the other. She was sobbing with her need to release her cum as she tore off her wet clothes. The need to heighten her pleasure while coming pressed at her. She had to get into her diapers. She pulled the curtains shut. The pressure to crumble into an infantile oblivion was building to a crest. "I can't cum yet. I'm not prepared." Little squirts of pee dribbled down her long naked legs as she fought to hold back her climax. She pulled open the drawer of her stash and grabbed two diapers and plastic pants. She tugged the plastic pants up to her thighs and laid the diapers in the crotch. She pulled the plastic pants over her ass and cunt. Wrapping the diapers around her waist under the transparent material, she was able to seal the Velcro flaps. She snapped the plastic pants into place tucking the exposed tags of cloth into the elastic around her legs and waist. Sighing with relief, she let the dam go. The wet heat of her urine jetting into her diaper made her knees sag. She cradled her breasts in her hands and plopped onto her bed. She let the hot pack of her diapers soak against her cunt and ass. The vibration of her pee washed over her sensitive cunt as she rolled her budded nipples between her fingers. The forecurser of her cum jolted through her body. She strained her bowels against the tight diapers squeezing the hot load through her crack. She could feel the tension of the lump pull the diapers against her cunt. She reached behind her to caress the load under the plastic and diaper. As she flattened her hands against her ass, she pressed the hump onto her ass cheeks and spasmed again in her pleasure. She sat up and relished the feel of hot shit squishing between her legs along her sensitive labia. She lifted the waist of her plastic pants and diaper and admired her smooth lips coated with her brown issue. She wiped the soggy diaper over her clit cleaning the crack of her mound. She then trapped her slippery clit in her fingers and slowly worked herself to the edge of another mind-blowing climax. Her whole body shook as she neared her crest. What delicious depravity, she thought. The pack of her diapers snuggled over her cunt and ass as she reached mind-bending waves of her pleasure. She cleaned herself and arranged two more diapers over her throbbing cunt. The plastic panties snapped securely into place covering her infantile bundle of erotic pleasure. She placed one hand between her legs and the other found its way to her sucking mouth. She rubbed the tender roof of her pallet as she formed her tongue to the length of her thumb. The last thought she had before she drifted off to sleep was that she was secure in her babyish enclosure. In the morning she delighted in the fact that she woke wet. She slipped one hand down the front of her diaper and cupped her puffy lips. The pressure of a full morning bladder made her smile. She remembered how she use to have to strain to get past her adult trained bladder muscles so that she could pee herself. It was even harder lying down. Now she let herself open up and gush without any hesitation while she wore her toilet around her hips. Removing her hand to cup the outside of her plastic pants, she let the fountain of her release soak into the wet pack of her diapers. She could have reveled in her wet diapers all day but needed to get going. She grudgingly got up. She added the diapers and plastic pants to the diaper service pail, and since tomorrow was service day, she would have to remember to put the pail out. She had tried disposables but had found them less than erotic. Besides, she had to throw them away in the garbage and in such numbers, were hard to hide. The possibility that her neighbors would find out was unthinkable. She blushed just imagining the embarrassment. She was pleased to find a more secure solution. The diaper service she called informed her that they catered to adult diaper wearers as well as babies. The larger volume of adult wetting and bowel movements was taken care of with larger diapers and adult sized plastic pants. All that the service requested was that the bulk of the bowel movements be dumped into the toilet. The ones wet with Candy's urine were taken as they came off of her bottom. All Candy had to do was place her pail of used diapers and pants in the hall every week. Then a fresh package of clean diapers and plastic pants was delivered with a new pail filled with a clean rinsing solution. Since the billing was handled electronically, Candy avoided the embarrassment of exposing her most obvious infantile choice to as few people as possible. Standing naked in front of her mirror, Candy frowned to see a few dark hairs marring the puerile appearance of her baby smooth mound. It only took a minute to lather her mons with cream and strip the fine hair from around her cunt. Finished, she tossed the razor onto the counter and pressed her naked lips between her fingers. Her clit throbbed deliciously under her tactile attention. A clear fluid welled from her pussy lips slathering her hand. It was so slippery. Her fingers dove deeply into her vagina spooning out more of her hot wetness. She smeared it up her cunt to her belly button. The lather from the shaving cream mixed with her juices and foamed up with the frantic motion of her activity. Her hand blurred across her clit as she felt the tension build in her pelvis to a sharp focus. Her bladder ached to release along with her buzzing finger play. She crawled back into bed. She tossed her tangled tresses in the pillows with the need to wet.